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Longing to be home

Where would kites fly
let go from their ropes
lots of little colourful dots in the sky
frozen in the moment full of hopes

some might let the wind decide
where they stay and for how long
others might fly, hearts open wide,
to places that have waited for them to come

some might wander looking for a special place
not knowing what exactly until they find home
and some, only a few privileged cases
would go straight home where they belong

they wouldn’t just go somewhere
but there.

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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